Dear A Place to Bury Strangers,
Pretty much everyone on the planet already knew of your ruling the musical realm with a crazy new-age type battle ax, but I just gave you a listen yesterday.
I love you.
Sleep in my bed?
You can bring your perpetual need for self destruction and that teddy bear with the Xs sewn over its eyes!
Kiss me on the mouth, then?
Cursing the eternal void of love unrequited,
Lisa
Friday, August 29, 2008
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